Notice What Stays

I've chased a hundred futures that were never meant for me. Held on to

fading shadows, thinking it was destiny. But every closed door whispered,

"There's a better place to be." And the path I kept resisting was the one

that carried me. I brushed away the signs because my hope was burning blind.

Try to force a single moment into something by design. But life is

steady currents than the ones I left behind. And the truth keeps rising gently

when I finally make the time. So I notice what stays, notice what's real.

Notice the things I refuse to let go of me still. What perseveres through